Chastity's Nook

A/N, I decided I wasn't going to be done until there was smut, so here's a sequel

Pike rolled her eyes fondly as the door of the temple clattered open. It had become part of routine for Kima to barge in around dinner time and drag Pike out with her. It was wonderful for Pike, but hell on the doors of temple. Kima could manage to be careful with people, but it took forethought that she couldn't bring herself to care about with things.

When no greeting came from her friend, Pike turned to see Kima standing in between the back pews, huffing, ax in hand.

Pike frowned. "Kima put the ax down." She sighed.

Kima growled.

Pike raised an eyebrow. "Kima you need to put the ax down." Something about her voice was different this time. There was a command in it, that there wasn't before. Kima released her grip and let the ax slam into the stone floor of the temple.

"Now, what's the matter?"

"They're saying I shouldn't be allowed on missions because I'm undisciplined."

Pike snorted. "They always say that, and you always go anyway."

"They've gotten my father involved." Kima growled.

Pike winced at that, thinking of what it would be like if Wilhand had the type of power over her that Kima's father had as Lord of Vasselheim, and how she would feel if he used that power to stop her doing what she loved.

On the other hand, while Kima was a skilled and disciplined fighter, she came off a completely different way in polite society.

"Maybe, if you behaved yourself, they'd leave you alone." Pike suggested, Kima started to growl something out and Pike cut her off. "You just brought an unsheathed weapon into a pace of healing."

Kima managed to look chastised.

"Okay, so I need to think before I do things, when I'm in the city, but stopping me from going on missions isn't going to help things!" She groused.

"You need training." Pike offered. "And a way to take the edge of, it's like there's always a fire burning in you."

"What? Do you think there's something wrong with me?"

Pike laughed. "No, I like your fire, Kima, but there might be other ways to put it to good work. Let's see how disciplined you can be. Come here."

Kima crossed the rest of the way to Pike.

"Take off your armor, you don't need it here." Kima looked shocked for a moment and then did what Pike said. Revealing strong forearms under her gauntlets, shapely calves that had been hidden by her greaves. As she took off each piece of armor, she could feel Pike's eyes on her, tracing the curves of her flesh.

At last, Kima stood, in just the shift and then breeches she wore under her armor.

Pike smiled. "Good. Now kneel."

"But the floor is stone!" Kima argued.

"Kneel." Pike repeated herself, and Kima did as she was told, sinking to the floor before Pike. Kima could feel the cold of the stone seep into her knees, but it was quickly warmed by Pike's praise. "Good."

But Pike wasn't done yet. "Now, apologize."

"For what?" Kima shouted. "I'm half-naked on the floor? What did I do?"

Pike gave her a look, and Kima sighed. "I'm sorry for bringing my weapon into Sarenrae's temple."

"Good girl." Pike smiled, and bent down to press a kiss to Kima's lips. As she pulled away Kima chased after those lips, full and plump, that had been pressed against hers, but she did not stand. "Good girl." Pike smiled again. "Did you know good girls, get rewarded."

Pike kneeled in front of Kima and skimmed her hand down Kima's side so gently that Kima wasn't sure that if she was feeling Pike's touch her shift shift in the aftermath of Pike's presence. She shivered. Pike was so close Kima could feel her warmth, but Pike wasn't touching her. Kima wanted to touch her, but she knew it wasn't what she supposed to do. Not, when Pike had praised her for not moving after the kiss.

"May I have another kiss?" Kima asked finally.

"Good girl." Pike brushed a hair out of Kima's face, before putting a hand on Kima's waist and pulling her in.

Kima had known that Pike was strong, but Kima was used to other people her size being strong for their size and strong like Kima, but Kima could feel the power in Pike's grasp as she pressed their bodies together, pressed their mouths together. The two of them hard muscle and soft curves, kneeling together in the temple, head's bowed together, wrapped up in something that felt more than temporal.

When Pike got her hands under Kima's shift, those hands firm and strong on Kima's abs, the wirey muscles of her back. Kima began to realize why this was one of the oldest forms of prayer, one of the oldest forms of sacrifice.

"Want to touch you." Kima gasped into Pike's mouth, as Pike's fingers traced over the sensitive bud of one of Kima's nipples. Pike's hands moved away from Kima so quickly they felt like a slap. "May I touch you?" Kima repeated, and was rewarded with a kiss to the nose, and Pike's hands going to the hem of her own shirt, lifting it off to reveal pale skin and the heaviness of Pike's breasts.

When Pike took one of Kima's hands and placed it on Pike's hip. Kima gasped at the vitality of life under Pike's skin, warm, and soft, and stronger than anyone ever gave the little gnome credit for. Kima let her hand slide around to Pike's back, travel up the curve of her spine, feel the soft hair at the base of her neck.

Pike, kissed Kima again then, and it was a rush like a battlecry.

Kima didn't mind the stone of the floor when Pike pulled them down. Prone like supplicants, used to begging for their pleasure.

And Kima did beg. She begged when Pike's hand slipped into her breeches. She begged panting into Pike's neck as her secrets were discovered. She begged until she keened her release into Pike's neck.

They lay on the floor, tangled up in each other for a time after. Pike curled around Kima, stroking her back and her hair. "I suppose we should get dinner." Pike suggested.

"Oh my god, yes." Kima groaned, her hunger hitting her in a rush.

"And you'll be good?" Pike asked.

"Do I still get to drink?" Kima replied, a little sluggishly.

"If you behave." Pike teased.

"Then, yeah, I'll be good." Kima replied and tried to hide her pleasure, at the kiss Pike pressed to her forehead as they stood.